Okay, well, that meteor was really a charcoal briquet from my dad's barbecue that had fallen on the lawn, but I was a little kid, and the world was magic, and why wouldn't Jesus send me space meteors to tell me how awesome I was?

The Guard wore the bearskins undecorated for battle, but each man had a waxed canvas sheath, eighteen inches long, strapped to his sabre-briquet, and in the sheaths were the plumes which they would fix to the bearskins for their victory parade in Brussels.